i am not a person
i am a monster
i will devour your fears,
& shed a new skin to keep abreast,
the numerous stories of defeat.

i could change your life,
just look into my empty stare
and tell me you feel the same.

you are free to go,
on & on & on
but remeber the pattern
we traced on the wall
and told each other that tommorow will prevail

he looks anxiously at his BMG music service catalog. overwhelmed by the cds that he could acquire at such a low price. (to be continued . . .)

i was told this week that all life is is a series of chemical reactions. hmmm?

so i am not able to be a good student. i mean, not even that, i guess i am lacking ambition. or something, but i have this way of just exisiting almost on auto-pilot, not in the sense of predetermination, but rather like i am on this frictionless plane - which i guess could be equated to life for me at this current time. i suppose i could change it, but will i? the question of the hour (couple past years) may unfold itself at some point. until then i am open. hit me with your best shot.

eye contact.

we looked at each other. just looked, not a word. i broke it.

distant, recently i have been feeling away from some of my roommates. possibilities: 1. i am a gimp. 2. i have been on edge. 3. they dont care. i just want to have fun and grow. so it goes. i study for 40 minutes today, high five

bored. i cause this state, i have known this but tonight its been confirmed. ever just want to give up?

my current mood is inanimate, recently 'bad luck' has fallen upon my family, everything should be fine. i am just here. drive, its not there, though this is not uncommon.
continue my search for harmony.

hello. indecision still plagues me with a certain subject.

ahora, debo estudiar, pero no puedo hacerlo, porque tengo problemas de estudiar. tambien, quiero obtener mas inteligencia, por necesito para guardar la Tierra.
En vez de estudiar, estoy en la red, buscando para nuevos grupos de rock, 'que estupido' pero ahorita voy a estudiar arboles porque manana tengo una prueba.
quiero algo mas,
pero no se que.
es que no se que decir.
hasta entonces.

just wanted to be special,
its understood that your not.
this statement is crucial,
but its been forgot.

like the fallen flower,
yesterday had a sunset,
the need to devour,
the beauty at rest.

we play under cover,
to relenquish the desire,
sometimes we start to smother,
its now grown tired.